She's on the highest dose
of Prozac a woman can take
She likes to pop her pain pills
with every little ache
She's got a Tennessee
mountain point of view
If you're gonna have one
might as well have two
Raised up right
in the hills of Kentucky
Although she ain't gonna smile
till she lights up her Lucky
No filter on her mouth
for her cigarettes
Oh baby what you're lookin' at
is what you get
Yeah we owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin'
on our broke down van
We're livin' on
truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers
for a vacancy sign
Well who the ****
is gonna pay these bills
when one's drinkin'
one's smokin' one's takin' pills
She's a rootin' tootin' pistol
from the Lone Star state
She mixes up a double
at the break of everyday
She might get crazy
but she don't get mean
until some drunk cowboy
asks her to sing
We owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin'
on our broke down van
We're livin' on
truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers
for a vacancy sign
Well who the ****
is gonna pay these bills
One's drinkin'
one's smokin' one's takin' pills
Well we ain't ashamed
of who we are
We like fast men
and cheap guitars
Ain't tryin' to get rich
just tryin' to get by
like playin' for tips
on a Saturday night
'Cause we owe 400 dollars
to the boys in the band
Gas light's blinkin'
on our broke down van
We're livin' on
truck stop burgers and fries
Crossin' our fingers
for a vacancy sign
Well who the ****
is gonna pay these bills
One's drinkin'
one's smokin' one's takin' pills
Oh